Language Arts Reflection The piece that I am proud of is my fiction piece; I did a really good job on that piece, I learned many different skills like creating the character’s internal and external traits, making a detailed setting, and creating a story map that showed the character’s hopes, wants, or desires. These skills were extremely important to the story.
There are also many other skills that you need to acquire in order to make a fantastic story like I did. When you are making the character’s external traits you have to first think of things less specific, then go more and more specific. You could think of boy or girl first then, a little bit more like a name. After you have a good name you have to think of some small details like eye color, skin color, size, and many other things. Finally you have a character, right? Wrong, you still need feelings or in other words you need internal traits, things people don’t see: for example humor, feelings, and other things. Now you have your character.
When you are trying to make a detailed setting you have to really describe the background, you need to know if you are inside or outside, and then color of the walls or grass and finally small things like animals in the area or things like time of day. Finally, you need your different details like if you are on another planet or other places. After you have all of those things are you really done, it isn’t as simple as I say it is, because like if you are in a forest you need to describe the tall towering trees or other small animal noises. You could also do things like mine, an alternating setting, you can have your main setting in a home then outside in the end. I had my character first in a foster home then later in the story my character was in the deep woods.
Finally when you are making the character’s hopes, wants, or desires you need to think about the plot of the story. You need to think what problem is standing in the character’s way. You can’t just have the pirate find the treasure without the sea monster trying to gobble up the ship. So basically you need a problem: something that will be almost impossible to get though, that will stop the character from just walking straight to their resolution. Imagine how boring it would be to not have problems in books or movies? Harry Potter without Voldemort and death eaters would be terrible; the movie wouldn’t even make sense! You need a problem to make sense. Just think of anything to stand in the person’s way (that makes sense) like a bully in a playground. It’s easy, like mine, mine is a bully at first then it is the police! You can have multiple problems! The more the merrier!
I would say that I did a good job on this piece, I think the pieces I have been doing this year have all been good, so then yes I do think that my writing has improved. I don’t ever remember doing this well. I have learned a lot though this year, I am defiantly going to keep on writing like I have been this year.
Zach Christian 6-Mannon Missing Parents By: Zach Christian “Creak!"
“Oh boy…” Tom whispered as he was tip toeing down the old creaky stairs.
“What are you doing Tommy?” asked Chad acting like a snake stalking its pray.
“Nothing Chad, just leave me alone.” Tom stammered while praying to god that Chad would not hurt him.
“Yeah, sure now let’s get this over...” Chad was saying as he was interrupted by the upcoming Foster Lady.
“What are you to up to?” she asked in a grumpy old voice.
“N-n-n-nothing, nothing at all.” Chad stuttered as he made a terrible fake smile.
“Okay, right… just go to your rooms quietly, okay?” The foster lady explained as she pointed upstairs.
“Yes, of course ma’am.” Chad said almost instantly.
So that instant they dashed up the stairs and went into their rooms, turned all of his lights out and went to bed. Tom was a young man, he is twelve about to be thirteen very soon. His parents left him in this foster home. He has been here forever. The foster home is literally in the middle of nowhere; the closest sign of civilization is ten miles away. The foster home on the outside looks like a jail. It is gray, has a small fence, and brick court yard. On the inside it is almost as ugly. It has slimy green walls and the entire floor is rug. The home has old furniture and pottery everywhere. The house has three levels: The first level is the ground level; it has a lobby, the front desk, and the school. The second level houses the new born babies to the ten year olds, it was usually over crowded. Then finally my level, the third one, it has all of the eleven year olds and up, this floor is usually not crowded so the Foster Ladies live there. His room was like all of the others, a small rectangular room with the same slimy green walls as on all of the floors the same exact rugged floor. The room had a radiator, a dirty mirror, a miniscule window, a disgusting desk for work, a twin bed, and a small dresser. Every morning Tom would do the same exact thing. He would get up go to the dresser and get dressed rapidly. He would stare in the mirror and look at his greasy long brown hair, is scrawny nose, his abnormally skinny body, his long arms, and his mixed colored eyes. Some people say his eyes are brown, some say green, and some say hazel. Tom can’t even tell what color they are. He would go over by the corner of his room and then he would take a pencil and measure himself. It seemed like he has been the same size since he was seven, three foot ten. He hated his size, he despised his size. That is his second wish, too grow.
So every morning he would go downstairs and wait for Chad. Chad was the foster home’s bully. He would push shove and do anything possible to get on Tom’s nerves. He had bullied Tom ever since “the accident”. Tom was sitting by Chad one day at lunch and Tom was eating really hot soup. He was waving it off to cool it down and he accidentally hit the bowl and knocked it on Chad’s lap. It hurt him so badly that he started crying. He is now on a mission to give Tom some revenge.
Every night Tom would try to sneak out of the foster home. He would go every midnight and try to escape. The thing is that Tom never got even to the second floor. He would get out of his room but get found either by Chad or a foster lady. The thing is that Chad is always right next door and he isn’t exactly a heavy sleeper: one creek and he is up. He could wake up from a pin dropping. The other way he gets caught are the foster ladies doing their rounds, but Chad usually finds him. This makes escaping extremely difficult.
The very next day Tom got up and did his normal routine. Then he waddled downstairs and to his surprise Chad was waiting for him. Tom was in trouble.
“Chad please, I’m not in the, umph!” Tom tried to say while being hit by Chad.
“You’re not getting out of this today.” Chad exclaimed.
So Chad hit him in the same spot and Tom fell to the ground. Chad brushed his clothes and then left. Tom was left on the ground just thinking. “How can I tell on Chad if he is just going to keep on bullying?” “What can I do?” Finally Tom found the strength and pulled himself up, He dragged himself to breakfast. Later that day Tom finally finds the strength to talk to the foster ladies about Chad he really thought this though.
“H-h-h-hello, I have a bullying report.” Tom stuttered.
“Lemme guess. It’s about Chad. Isn’t it?” The foster ladies said unsurprised.
“Yea… How did you know?” Tom questioned.
“I have had plenty of reports about him and I have seen him bully. Just deal with it kid, there is nothing we can do.” The foster ladies explained. “W-w-w-what! You mean to say that there is absolutely nothing you can do!” Tom said in shock.
“What are we gunna do, talk him to death. He just won’t listen.” “This conversation is over; I don’t want to hear another peep out of you. Okay?” The foster ladies bossed. “Now go to bed!”
Tom went to bed that night and thought. He thought about Chad but mostly thought about his parents. So again he snuck out. He tip toed out of his room and tip toed down the stairs, he was on the second floor.
“Yes, I have made it, this is my night, yes, and tonight is the night!” Tom thought.
But then at that exact moment, the foster lady doing her rounds turned the corner and saw Tom. “Uh-Oh” Tom murmured.
“What are you doing up?”
“Umm nothing, just umm, sleep walking, yea I have a really bad case of sleep walking”
“Yea sure, I know what you are trying to do. You will never find them, but I do have something for you. They told me to give this to you when you are older.” She said as she pulled a picture out of her pocket. “It’s them. Your parents, this is them sitting right by you.” “They said the picture might mean something to you.”
“It means nothing to me. I don’t get it. Why did they give me up? Are they still even… alive?” asked Tom.
“Well the thing is that they thought that they were too young to have a child. They said they would come back on your thirteenth birthday... but they haven’t come yet. No one knows where they are.”
“What, How is that even possible!” Tom screamed.
“I’m sorry, maybe the picture has something to do with their life but I suggest that you go to bed right now or you will barely get any sleep at all, oh my! It’s nearly three in the morning!”
“But I have so many questions that are unanswered!” Tom cried.
“Go to bed now, you will need your sleep.” The foster lady demanded.
So then Tom went to bed. He thought so many thoughts. He was still so confused. He didn’t know what to do. He took another few looks at the picture. He still didn’t understand. He really examined the picture, and then he saw it. It was just a cave in the back, but for some reason he knew where it was and what exactly it was. He has found a plan.
For the next week he didn’t eat anything except his soup lunch. He saved all of the other dry food in a little bag. At the end of the week he had a lot of food and wasn’t even that hungry. He had the perfect plan. At recess on the cement slab when no one is watching he would scream. All of the foster ladies would hurry over in that spot and run before people see him and then escape. The front doors were always open at recess!
“This will be perfect” he thought.
Then at recess he was outside and he screamed. “AHHHHHHHH" He then ran. He ran and ran. All of the foster ladies went over there like he thought they would then he grabbed his bag full of food. He got to the gate and stopped. He said good bye to his home and ran he ran and ran. He was gone into the horizon; He had just started a long adventure. He knew that he needs a spot to hide and sleep for the night so once he got into civilization. He found a nice spot behind some bushes to set up camp. In the morning Tom was in a panic because he totally forgot where he was. He calmed down and finally remembered.
“I’m free! Finally I am free from the madness… They must be after me though; I have to keep on the down low.” Tom thought.
He got some breakfast from his bag; he ate one biscuit and an orange. He found that, that filled him. His stomach shrank from only eating soup and he didn’t need as much food to satisfy him. He started up again and hiked with his bag over his shoulder and his feet dragging on the concrete. He knew where he was going he thought, he looked for the picture, and he checked his pockets, nothing.
“I just had it… where could it be, I’m too far to go back to my camp...”
That is when he saw it, the black and white car with loud sirens; the police were on his tail. He dashed over the guard rail on the side of the road and didn’t notice the steep hill; he tumbled all the way down the hill until he hit a huge rock.
“Why me...” Tom mumbled as he tried to get up. “AHHH!!!”
The pain, the pain was so severe that he had to lie back down. He didn’t even notice at first the huge gash in his arm, the pain increased once he noticed the damage that has been done; his arm was for sure broken. He had to keep going he knew the cops were still after him, he has to hide. Tom got up eventually after overcoming all of the pain and picked up his bag and ran, he ran right to the forests right into the tree line he was gone. He was dodging thick trees left and right and then before he could react a tree popped out and bang, he hit the tree head first. He had a dream that he saw his parents, he was with them. He was being treated by them. His father had dark hair, bright green eyes, and was very skinny and tall. He had a huge smile. The mother had long blond hair and blue eyes. She was also tall and skinny. They were happy and all of a sudden they spoke, they said “Wake up!”
“What happened!” Tom woke up startled.
There was a rustling in the bushes by him then it was gone. He got up and felt dizzy and fell again.
“Ugggh!”
He knew he needed to eat but he didn’t know what time it was. It was very bright out it looked like it was midday but he only remembered being up at around one o’clock.
“I must have been knocked out… but how long?” Tom thought in his head.
He looked down and saw a full plate of pancakes and a glass of orange juice, his favorite. Someone had made this for him. He ate it even though it could have been poisoned but he was hungry and didn’t care. Then he remembered the rustling of the bushes, was that someone. He tried to remember but he couldn’t. He remembered why he was running, the police. He decided to first get deeper into the woods then he will try to get back and remember everything. He picked everything up, and popped the picture into his pocket… wait he left the picture at the other camp, how was it here? Someone must be following me… but who is the question.
“Who’s following me, why me, what am I supposed to do. I need to find my parents. Where are they?” These were reoccurring thoughts in Tom’s head
He kept going further into the woods; he kept getting the food, day after day, night after night. This is the routine, he didn’t know who was giving him the food or why he was going in the direction he was going but he a good feeling in his gut that this was the right way and this food is a sign.
One morning he decided to go on a ninety degree angle off track just because his gut told him to. That night he got the food but it tasted rotten. It was rancid. He wanted to go back just to see if his “hypothesis” was correct. He went back on his normal route and he was correct. His food got better and better, it was a sign. So he kept on going the other way until the food got worse. He kept going until he reached a beautiful, magnificent waterfall. Then he heard it. It was a voice, similar to the one in his dream, it sounded like his mother.
“Shhhh! He is here!” The voice exclaimed.
“W-W-Who’s there!” Tom yelled.
No one responded. He did hear something, it sounded like footsteps. Whoever was there, they were making a run for it. Quickly but quietly, Tom followed. He sprinted after the person into the waterfall. Then he was hit by beautiful light and (what felt like) the cleanest air ever.
“Wow” Tom exclaimed.
“Isn’t it fascinating?” An extremely familiar voice said.
“Who’s there…?” Tom demanded
“I think you know.” The woman’s voice became clearer now.
“Mom?” Tom asked
“Yes, and someone else is here…” Tom’s mother said
“Dad!! This is amazing! Why didn’t you tell me you were the ones following me?”
“We believe more of destiny… To see if you were really meant to be with us… we are only allowed to give small help.”
“So this is my destiny, to be with you, to grow here! This is amazing!” So the whole picture foster home and everything was just a test?”
“Yes, it was so do you want to finish your destiny and have some dinner?”
“Yes please I’m starving!!”
Tom’s destiny was over he found his parents and all, he did it. But that doesn’t mean that the police are off of this case. He will wait in his parents camp until he is twenty one and he will have his whole body changed then he will go back into society, change his identity, then he will live with his parents and all of the other people who believe in all of this “destiny” stuff. He will have his own children and have them have them have a destiny of their own.
The piece that I am proud of is my fiction piece; I did a really good job on that piece, I learned many different skills like creating the character’s internal and external traits, making a detailed setting, and creating a story map that showed the character’s hopes, wants, or desires. These skills were extremely important to the story.
There are also many other skills that you need to acquire in order to make a fantastic story like I did. When you are making the character’s external traits you have to first think of things less specific, then go more and more specific. You could think of boy or girl first then, a little bit more like a name. After you have a good name you have to think of some small details like eye color, skin color, size, and many other things. Finally you have a character, right? Wrong, you still need feelings or in other words you need internal traits, things people don’t see: for example humor, feelings, and other things. Now you have your character.
When you are trying to make a detailed setting you have to really describe the background, you need to know if you are inside or outside, and then color of the walls or grass and finally small things like animals in the area or things like time of day. Finally, you need your different details like if you are on another planet or other places. After you have all of those things are you really done, it isn’t as simple as I say it is, because like if you are in a forest you need to describe the tall towering trees or other small animal noises. You could also do things like mine, an alternating setting, you can have your main setting in a home then outside in the end. I had my character first in a foster home then later in the story my character was in the deep woods.
Finally when you are making the character’s hopes, wants, or desires you need to think about the plot of the story. You need to think what problem is standing in the character’s way. You can’t just have the pirate find the treasure without the sea monster trying to gobble up the ship. So basically you need a problem: something that will be almost impossible to get though, that will stop the character from just walking straight to their resolution. Imagine how boring it would be to not have problems in books or movies? Harry Potter without Voldemort and death eaters would be terrible; the movie wouldn’t even make sense! You need a problem to make sense. Just think of anything to stand in the person’s way (that makes sense) like a bully in a playground. It’s easy, like mine, mine is a bully at first then it is the police! You can have multiple problems! The more the merrier!
I would say that I did a good job on this piece, I think the pieces I have been doing this year have all been good, so then yes I do think that my writing has improved. I don’t ever remember doing this well. I have learned a lot though this year, I am defiantly going to keep on writing like I have been this year.
Zach Christian
6-Mannon
Missing Parents
By: Zach Christian
“Creak!"
“Oh boy…” Tom whispered as he was tip toeing down the old creaky stairs.
“What are you doing Tommy?” asked Chad acting like a snake stalking its pray.
“Nothing Chad, just leave me alone.” Tom stammered while praying to god that Chad would not hurt him.
“Yeah, sure now let’s get this over...” Chad was saying as he was interrupted by the upcoming Foster Lady.
“What are you to up to?” she asked in a grumpy old voice.
“N-n-n-nothing, nothing at all.” Chad stuttered as he made a terrible fake smile.
“Okay, right… just go to your rooms quietly, okay?” The foster lady explained as she pointed upstairs.
“Yes, of course ma’am.” Chad said almost instantly.
So that instant they dashed up the stairs and went into their rooms, turned all of his lights out and went to bed. Tom was a young man, he is twelve about to be thirteen very soon. His parents left him in this foster home. He has been here forever. The foster home is literally in the middle of nowhere; the closest sign of civilization is ten miles away. The foster home on the outside looks like a jail. It is gray, has a small fence, and brick court yard. On the inside it is almost as ugly. It has slimy green walls and the entire floor is rug. The home has old furniture and pottery everywhere. The house has three levels: The first level is the ground level; it has a lobby, the front desk, and the school. The second level houses the new born babies to the ten year olds, it was usually over crowded. Then finally my level, the third one, it has all of the eleven year olds and up, this floor is usually not crowded so the Foster Ladies live there. His room was like all of the others, a small rectangular room with the same slimy green walls as on all of the floors the same exact rugged floor. The room had a radiator, a dirty mirror, a miniscule window, a disgusting desk for work, a twin bed, and a small dresser. Every morning Tom would do the same exact thing. He would get up go to the dresser and get dressed rapidly. He would stare in the mirror and look at his greasy long brown hair, is scrawny nose, his abnormally skinny body, his long arms, and his mixed colored eyes. Some people say his eyes are brown, some say green, and some say hazel. Tom can’t even tell what color they are. He would go over by the corner of his room and then he would take a pencil and measure himself. It seemed like he has been the same size since he was seven, three foot ten. He hated his size, he despised his size. That is his second wish, too grow.
So every morning he would go downstairs and wait for Chad. Chad was the foster home’s bully. He would push shove and do anything possible to get on Tom’s nerves. He had bullied Tom ever since “the accident”. Tom was sitting by Chad one day at lunch and Tom was eating really hot soup. He was waving it off to cool it down and he accidentally hit the bowl and knocked it on Chad’s lap. It hurt him so badly that he started crying. He is now on a mission to give Tom some revenge.
Every night Tom would try to sneak out of the foster home. He would go every midnight and try to escape. The thing is that Tom never got even to the second floor. He would get out of his room but get found either by Chad or a foster lady. The thing is that Chad is always right next door and he isn’t exactly a heavy sleeper: one creek and he is up. He could wake up from a pin dropping. The other way he gets caught are the foster ladies doing their rounds, but Chad usually finds him. This makes escaping extremely difficult.
The very next day Tom got up and did his normal routine. Then he waddled downstairs and to his surprise Chad was waiting for him. Tom was in trouble.
“Chad please, I’m not in the, umph!” Tom tried to say while being hit by Chad.
“You’re not getting out of this today.” Chad exclaimed.
So Chad hit him in the same spot and Tom fell to the ground. Chad brushed his clothes and then left. Tom was left on the ground just thinking.
“How can I tell on Chad if he is just going to keep on bullying?” “What can I do?”
Finally Tom found the strength and pulled himself up, He dragged himself to breakfast. Later that day Tom finally finds the strength to talk to the foster ladies about Chad he really thought this though.
“H-h-h-hello, I have a bullying report.” Tom stuttered.
“Lemme guess. It’s about Chad. Isn’t it?” The foster ladies said unsurprised.
“Yea… How did you know?” Tom questioned.
“I have had plenty of reports about him and I have seen him bully. Just deal with it kid, there is nothing we can do.” The foster ladies explained.
“W-w-w-what! You mean to say that there is absolutely nothing you can do!” Tom said in shock.
“What are we gunna do, talk him to death. He just won’t listen.” “This conversation is over; I don’t want to hear another peep out of you. Okay?” The foster ladies bossed. “Now go to bed!”
Tom went to bed that night and thought. He thought about Chad but mostly thought about his parents. So again he snuck out. He tip toed out of his room and tip toed down the stairs, he was on the second floor.
“Yes, I have made it, this is my night, yes, and tonight is the night!” Tom thought.
But then at that exact moment, the foster lady doing her rounds turned the corner and saw Tom.
“Uh-Oh” Tom murmured.
“What are you doing up?”
“Umm nothing, just umm, sleep walking, yea I have a really bad case of sleep walking”
“Yea sure, I know what you are trying to do. You will never find them, but I do have something for you. They told me to give this to you when you are older.” She said as she pulled a picture out of her pocket. “It’s them. Your parents, this is them sitting right by you.” “They said the picture might mean something to you.”
“It means nothing to me. I don’t get it. Why did they give me up? Are they still even… alive?” asked Tom.
“Well the thing is that they thought that they were too young to have a child. They said they would come back on your thirteenth birthday... but they haven’t come yet. No one knows where they are.”
“What, How is that even possible!” Tom screamed.
“I’m sorry, maybe the picture has something to do with their life but I suggest that you go to bed right now or you will barely get any sleep at all, oh my! It’s nearly three in the morning!”
“But I have so many questions that are unanswered!” Tom cried.
“Go to bed now, you will need your sleep.” The foster lady demanded.
So then Tom went to bed. He thought so many thoughts. He was still so confused. He didn’t know what to do. He took another few looks at the picture. He still didn’t understand. He really examined the picture, and then he saw it. It was just a cave in the back, but for some reason he knew where it was and what exactly it was. He has found a plan.
For the next week he didn’t eat anything except his soup lunch. He saved all of the other dry food in a little bag. At the end of the week he had a lot of food and wasn’t even that hungry. He had the perfect plan. At recess on the cement slab when no one is watching he would scream. All of the foster ladies would hurry over in that spot and run before people see him and then escape. The front doors were always open at recess!
“This will be perfect” he thought.
Then at recess he was outside and he screamed. “AHHHHHHHH"
He then ran. He ran and ran. All of the foster ladies went over there like he thought they would then he grabbed his bag full of food. He got to the gate and stopped. He said good bye to his home and ran he ran and ran. He was gone into the horizon; He had just started a long adventure.
He knew that he needs a spot to hide and sleep for the night so once he got into civilization. He found a nice spot behind some bushes to set up camp. In the morning Tom was in a panic because he totally forgot where he was. He calmed down and finally remembered.
“I’m free! Finally I am free from the madness… They must be after me though; I have to keep on the down low.” Tom thought.
He got some breakfast from his bag; he ate one biscuit and an orange. He found that, that filled him. His stomach shrank from only eating soup and he didn’t need as much food to satisfy him. He started up again and hiked with his bag over his shoulder and his feet dragging on the concrete. He knew where he was going he thought, he looked for the picture, and he checked his pockets, nothing.
“I just had it… where could it be, I’m too far to go back to my camp...”
That is when he saw it, the black and white car with loud sirens; the police were on his tail. He dashed over the guard rail on the side of the road and didn’t notice the steep hill; he tumbled all the way down the hill until he hit a huge rock.
“Why me...” Tom mumbled as he tried to get up. “AHHH!!!”
The pain, the pain was so severe that he had to lie back down. He didn’t even notice at first the huge gash in his arm, the pain increased once he noticed the damage that has been done; his arm was for sure broken. He had to keep going he knew the cops were still after him, he has to hide.
Tom got up eventually after overcoming all of the pain and picked up his bag and ran, he ran right to the forests right into the tree line he was gone. He was dodging thick trees left and right and then before he could react a tree popped out and bang, he hit the tree head first.
He had a dream that he saw his parents, he was with them. He was being treated by them. His father had dark hair, bright green eyes, and was very skinny and tall. He had a huge smile. The mother had long blond hair and blue eyes. She was also tall and skinny. They were happy and all of a sudden they spoke, they said “Wake up!”
“What happened!” Tom woke up startled.
There was a rustling in the bushes by him then it was gone. He got up and felt dizzy and fell again.
“Ugggh!”
He knew he needed to eat but he didn’t know what time it was. It was very bright out it looked like it was midday but he only remembered being up at around one o’clock.
“I must have been knocked out… but how long?” Tom thought in his head.
He looked down and saw a full plate of pancakes and a glass of orange juice, his favorite. Someone had made this for him. He ate it even though it could have been poisoned but he was hungry and didn’t care. Then he remembered the rustling of the bushes, was that someone. He tried to remember but he couldn’t. He remembered why he was running, the police. He decided to first get deeper into the woods then he will try to get back and remember everything. He picked everything up, and popped the picture into his pocket… wait he left the picture at the other camp, how was it here? Someone must be following me… but who is the question.
“Who’s following me, why me, what am I supposed to do. I need to find my parents. Where are they?” These were reoccurring thoughts in Tom’s head
He kept going further into the woods; he kept getting the food, day after day, night after night. This is the routine, he didn’t know who was giving him the food or why he was going in the direction he was going but he a good feeling in his gut that this was the right way and this food is a sign.
One morning he decided to go on a ninety degree angle off track just because his gut told him to. That night he got the food but it tasted rotten. It was rancid. He wanted to go back just to see if his “hypothesis” was correct. He went back on his normal route and he was correct. His food got better and better, it was a sign. So he kept on going the other way until the food got worse. He kept going until he reached a beautiful, magnificent waterfall. Then he heard it. It was a voice, similar to the one in his dream, it sounded like his mother.
“Shhhh! He is here!” The voice exclaimed.
“W-W-Who’s there!” Tom yelled.
No one responded. He did hear something, it sounded like footsteps. Whoever was there, they were making a run for it. Quickly but quietly, Tom followed. He sprinted after the person into the waterfall. Then he was hit by beautiful light and (what felt like) the cleanest air ever.
“Wow” Tom exclaimed.
“Isn’t it fascinating?” An extremely familiar voice said.
“Who’s there…?” Tom demanded
“I think you know.” The woman’s voice became clearer now.
“Mom?” Tom asked
“Yes, and someone else is here…” Tom’s mother said
“Dad!! This is amazing! Why didn’t you tell me you were the ones following me?”
“We believe more of destiny… To see if you were really meant to be with us… we are only allowed to give small help.”
“So this is my destiny, to be with you, to grow here! This is amazing!” So the whole picture foster home and everything was just a test?”
“Yes, it was so do you want to finish your destiny and have some dinner?”
“Yes please I’m starving!!”
Tom’s destiny was over he found his parents and all, he did it. But that doesn’t mean that the police are off of this case. He will wait in his parents camp until he is twenty one and he will have his whole body changed then he will go back into society, change his identity, then he will live with his parents and all of the other people who believe in all of this “destiny” stuff. He will have his own children and have them have them have a destiny of their own.
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